At Baja Cantina, last night, Jen, Rachelle and uhh I forgets were talking about the letter Q. I was telling them my problem with how shitty life can be sometimes and how the world really just isn't fair. And I was like, "For real Diety, no matter what, can you just make shit fair?" Who would have ever thought the creator(s) of life would be so against equality. God must have been a capitalist.
Well, I was talking about how the letter Q is just in a fucked up situation; especially when compared to the letter U. The point being that Q is so tied down and pussy whupped on U and U can be exploring other options. Ok, so grammar and language has it that if Q is ever used in a word, it always has to be with U. So there's already an alarming dependency. It's super needy, kind of like the girl/guy that always calls you every 15 minutes to see what you're doing when you're out with your friends (I'm fucking the Swedish Bikini Team in an 87' Chrysler LeBaron convertible, you pest). But it's a fact that Q needs to have a U in order to be relevant.
While all the while, U is always with another letter, at any given time. U is in SLUT; which demonstrates it perfectly. Well, where (shit..I'm stoned right now and I'm waiting to go surfing, fuck!?!?!? Andrew, Withers, Sanseri..where are you guys?).
Well, I hope I made some sense. Basically, I think it sucks that Q is always with U, and always looking forward to U; while U is like, "whateva, playa."
But I also hate Q because of his well developed Pringles mustache.
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